Chapter 71
CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
CASPER
The more she screamed, cried, cursed my name, and tried to get away… the harder I went. The more I stretched her asshole out. The deeper I forced my dick to go. Ensuring she would have trouble sitting down for weeks. The sting a constant reminder of the person who put it there.
Sure, being nice was nice. But it only got a guy so far. Nice was safe. Nice was forgettable. Fucking someone within an inch of their life wasn’t. It did what nice couldn’t. It showed cause and effect.
The docs called it conditioning. Repaying bad behavior with worse behavior. Till the patients couldn’t stomach the thought of anything but total compliance.
I didn’t want that from Bellatrix. I didn’t want total compliance but I was demanding a little goddamn respect. And not to be used up and tossed out like a loose Fleshlight.
I also couldn’t let her think I’d gone soft. I couldn’t let her think she had something she could hold over on me.
There was give and take in this relationship. And I’d given her a lot over the last thirty odd minutes and now I was taking.
I ignored the blood covering my dick—I couldn’t be sure if it was hers or mine or a mix of both. I’d been going harder than I usually would, with a lot less lubrication. The blood was good for that at least. And the brown stuff I couldn’t be sure was shit or clots was good for that too.
I ignored the squeaking of the shower tiles as her hands slid back and forth against them, her bandaged finger making my lips quirk up at one side.
I ignored the rubbing of skin-to-skin contact and how many layers I was losing.
And I ignored her nails digging into my flesh wherever they could make contact.
The pounding of her fists and the kicking of her feet.
But her little whimpers? The squeaks she was trying to hold in? Those I hyperfocused on. They were the only things that mattered. The only thing that told me she was right here with me. In this moment. Feeling it all.
I wrapped my arm around the front of her, holding her back closer to my chest. Bending her forward and thrusting faster.
My fingers making their way to her clit and rubbing circles that had her pressing up on her tiptoes.
The fight disappearing for a split second before she remembered she hated me again. Even if her body didn’t.
It hurt. I knew it did. That was the whole point. I wanted it to hurt. Even at the risk of breaking my dick off at the base. But the pain also felt good. I could tell she liked it. She needed it as much as I chased it. That feeling of knowing you’re alive because it hurts too much not to be.
I didn’t know what that was like. But I could guess. And it sounded euphoric. Like the sweetest candy. The best high. The strongest orgasm.
She started shaking, and at first, I thought the orgasm had hit her extra hard.
It wasn’t that different from the shaking she was doing when she was coming all over my face.
But then I realized it wasn’t that. She was crying.
The fight was really gone this time, replaced by submission.
Her cheek pressed up against the tile, her eyes staring out at nothing, and the tears dripping into the tub after losing the battle with her fluttering lashes.
And I had to admit it wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be.
It still felt good, though. So I didn’t stop.
Not until my balls were tingling and my stomach was clenching and I was emptying my kids inside her.
They came back out and leaked down the back of her leg as soon as I tugged her upright by the wrist.
She didn’t fight me then either, her body going limp when I scooped her up in my arms, walked out of the bathroom, and set her down on the bed before climbing in behind her.
I removed the cuffs with the key I had hidden in my cheek, which I didn’t need since I was able to pop my shoulders out of their sockets and flip the other loop of the cuffs off the bedpost. Loosened the metal from my wrists and dropped the matching set onto the nightstand with a loud clank.
Bellatrix didn’t move. She didn’t even acknowledge me so I curled up on the bed and pulled her closer to my chest, the wetness of her ass painting my upper thigh with blood and cum. And probably some of the shit I’d scraped out of her intestines.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered into her hair. It smelled fruity. Like that zebra-striped bubblegum that lost its flavor after the first chew. But you chewed it anyway, because some part of your brain thought the flavor would return. It never did. And yet you still kept chewing.
“It hurt,” she whispered back.
“It was supposed to.” I tucked her head under my chin and closed my eyes. My dick was already hard again. So I knew it wasn’t broken. I was too tired to do anything about it, though.
It didn’t take more than a few minutes for Bellatrix to start crying and shaking in my arms. And a few more minutes after that for me to fall asleep to the rhythm of her sobs. They reminded me of home.